Ever tried. Ever failed.

No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better

I'm clinging to that Beckett quote right now, because I feel like I am awash in failure. I have failed to complete the Snowflake Challenge; I have failed to write daily; I'm about to fail to meet a deadline for a ficlet exchange; and I feel like I'm failing daily at work, even though my mid-year appraisal was quite positive.

It isn't for lack of desire, I just lose all motivation when I come home. I'm mentally and physically exhausted all the time. And it doesn't help that P. routinely gets 2am...3am...4am calls from security at LACMA because the #&$*%& Rain Room is malfunctioning and overflowing the catch tank. That fucking thing is running through April because everyone loves it so much. Except for P. and I. It isn't actually art, it's psychological torture.

Am nearly done with The Medici Boy. Enjoying it for the most part-- the writing is quite lovely, but it does suffer from some historical info dumps, and I am reminded now that First Person can be very tricky to do well. At least I'm reading something. My mental exhaustion has made it hard to concentrate on fiction since I moved out west.

I want to do the Fic Stats Meme that heartofoshun and moetushie posted, but that feels like cheating, since I didn't finish the Snowflake Challenge. Sigh.